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Prologue

Long ago. In the distant past. Tale of a brave knight circulated the inns and meeting places of kingdoms new and old. The tale of a knight and a very bothersome itch... Or was it a witch? Bah. Tales are oft changed through the ages. But tell me. Heir, Doest thou wish to hear the story?

You do? Hardly you will grace this lowly teller of stories with thou presence but if it is thine wish you might as well get comfy.

It begins in a town that existed long ago...

Alva walked down the street his scarlet and gold tunic shining brightly in the sun. Hardly has there been a young man whose audacity to wear such clothes be born in that simple town. Wherest nary the brightest color were the finest satins and silks of the cathedral dwellers who hath lived nearby. Oft not, the people of Alva's village would dress as brightly or as ostentatiously as the religious fanatics that resided in the cathedral.

For between the two main bodies there was always the largest gap when it came between the town's people and the living Saint and her followers. It was often said that the kind woman who wore white silk dresses hemmed with gold could produce wondrous and powerful miracles that could heal the sick, restore the strength of the infirm and rejuvenate the distraught was a subject of great reverence. But the town's people were simple and stubborn and would not convert into the ways of the fanatics. All refused except for young Alva. For the boy knew the living Saint not as she was presented as but what she used to be when they were younger. A pair whose mischief and light hearted fun were the pride and joy of the simple village and it's people.

For Alva was a brave soul whose capacity for courage, determination, selflessness and loyalty were to be said to be on par with the greatest knights of the highest caliber. But the boy was forever cursed with the inability to grow and match the knights of yore. For in order to become a knight one must be of at least low noble birth and if not the chances of being knighted were very slim indeed. And in a small and simple village such as this, such chances were oft smashed and treaded upon underfoot without nary a considerate look upon the poor soul who had dreamed of such a thing.

Though today of all days, Alva's fate was about to take a turn for either the good or worse. Maybe. The fates weren't too sure whether it was this day of the next. But for the sake of the story however, lettuce continue the story.

"Alva! Where are you! Mi'lady Serrata requests you at her side this instant! Alva!" cried the head of the Cathedral. He was the most unusual man to be head of a religious facility with his large physique, toned arms and scraggly beard. If anything the man looked more at home in a forge creating metallic art than giving sermon after sermon on a daily basis.

Alva popped up from the nearby bushes. His mouth full of juicy red berries and his scarlet and gold tunic now slung over his back filled full with the very same berries that were in his mouth.

"Mph?"

"Yes, Now. Hurry along now you know how she is when you keep her waiting."

The man and the berry boy both shuddered at a distant yet horrifying memory of why you don't keep saints waiting. Especially when that same exact saint happens to be your twin sister.

The not-blacksmith-priest and unfortunate-saint-brother parted ways. Each to their own unique paths and fates. For every soul has a place but it is up to that soul to find It's own path and place amongst the plethora of others that intertwine or destroy each other. But Alva has yet to fully take the first step.

And so It was on that fateful day that the greatest knight who ever lived. Was about to take his first step up on his path to greatness...

Now heir. Or should I say chosen one. Perhaps a different name for you the next time we meet or speak to each other. Nevertheless. Keep your wits about you, your blade close and your souls even closer. Hehehe!

A/N: Hello! This is Seobryn here with a little side project. As you are aware I am currently working on a wonderful fic called "Hearts Prevail" for the ever expanding RWBY Fandom. Which is good because RWBY is going to have a season 3! But any way, as you may or may not know I am a big fan of the Dark Souls series and own most From Soft. games. After going through the small dark souls section on fanfiction, I felt that I should contribute a few stories of my own. Most chapters of these stories will not be long like my RWBY fic, but they should not be as short as this prologue.

Now if any of my readers don't know about the "Souls" series, Most stories and character backstories are often left to player speculation and expansion. Where we can further the lore with our own version of the story. Where a half breed was the illegitimate bastard between a Goddess and a scaleless Dragon. Or instead was the product of experimentation and created in order to find the answer of preventing the spread of the harrowing and soul destroying "Dark Sign". But the end result will always be the same where the player will meet the fluffy dragon hime and not wish to leave hell. And yes, both of the theories I have presented to you are two of what I feel are the most popular theories.

Of course, if you feel like you disagree with me then feel free to leave a negative review. But if you feel like you wish for for the story to go onwards feel free to leave a positive review. And following and favoriting this story is always asked of you.

P.S If no one finds the pun in here I will be very upset. Or not. It really depends.